Demon Nun: To the death or you’ll never see your little toy again.
Wynonna: You know what, if you had your own little toy, maybe you wouldn’t be so uptight.

Nedley: So you’re going to chat with Nicole through a creeper.
Waverly: Reaper. Someone in this room made it their bitch and then tossed it down the stairs, and I think that someone was a ginger goddess. Besides, anyone got a better idea?

Jeremy: Whoa, OK, sorry. Did not mean to pull a Wynonna on you. Why Cleo’s couch still here?
Waverly: Um, well, we asked the movers, um, to put it back.
Nicole: So we could all have a place to hang out.
Jeremy: OK, yeah, “hang out.” Is that what the queer lady kids are calling it these days?

Nicole: I let you down. I let everyone down, but today I’m going to change that.
Nedley: You need my help.
Nicole: It’s a big ask.
Nedley: Whatever you need.
Nicole: I need you to kill me.

Wynonna: I guess it makes sense. I’m not the heir anymore, now that the curse is broken, or much of anything.
Doc: You are everything.
Wynonna: What did you mean at the museum, that I might not be proud of Wyatt?
Doc: We were immortalized as heroes for murdering families in ne’er-do-wells.
Wynonna: The Clantons were dickheads, took whatever they wanted. They murdered people, took their land.
Doc: It was the Old West. Only difference between them and us was the stars pinned to our chest. I’ve often been left to ponder, Wynonna, whether or not this legacy of bloodshed will be the ruin of everyone we love. Perhaps we should take our cue from our ironically named blunt line. Could be we should aspire to make peace.

Doc: I’m urging us to find a more measured response.
Wynonna: This coming from the guy who works for the biggest demon Dong Corleone in town.
Doc: I’ve never seen Amon’s… I definitely don’t know the size of…
Wynonna: So take a look.

Wynonna: Whoa, boner alert.
Nicole: Yeah, you look pretty good too, sis.
Wynonna: Yeah, we can get it. You ready?
Nicole: Ready? I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life.
Wynonna: C’mon.
Nicole: I can’t believe I’m walking down the aisle to become Waverly Earp’s wife.
Wynonna: Well, you sacrificed a lot to keep this place safe.
Nicole: Well, this place is my home, and you guys are my family.

Wynonna: Being the Earp Heir is the only job I’ve had that I was good at besides strip club DJ. Just because you’re rejecting your legacy, doesn’t mean I have to reject mine.
Doc: Fine pair we are: blood on our hands and both too stubborn to wash them off.

Doc: Morning.
Wynonna: What are you doing sneaking around my barn?
Doc: What are you doing sleeping with a pistol under your pillow?
Wynonna: It’s my bedroom. I’ll ask the questions.
Doc: I’ve been keeping watch.
Wynonna: Over me?
Doc: Over all of you. As of late, we have been under siege.
Wynonna: Hey, fastest gunslinger in the west, I outdrew you.
Doc: I did not draw at all.
Wynonna: You ever been outdrawn?
Doc: Honestly, nope.
Wynonna: Do you not need to sleep anymore, now that you’re…
Doc: It’s one of the benefits of my condition.
Wynonna: We don’t talk about that anymore.
Doc: There is much that we fail to discuss.
Wynonna: Talking is overrated. Doc, did you eat another fireman?

Nicole: I need booze.
Nedley: You look like you need an ambulance.
Jeremy: Whatever’s wrong with her, it can’t be fixed with modern medicine.
Nedley: Have you tried chicken soup and a “One Day at a Time” marathon?
Nicole: Tequila. I got to get the taste of frogs out of my mouth.
Nedley: Did you say frogs?
Jeremy: Oh boy, did she ever.
Waverly: Apparently she did something terrible, but every time she tries to tell us what it is, she throats up.
Nedley: So we’re dealing with what, some kind of hex? With all the new creatures in town it could be anything – a warlock, an incubus, a SpongeBob.
Waverly: Ah, you did research. Sort of.

Wynonna: Geezers get fuzzy. They remember things the way they want to, not the way it happened.
Doc: Yeah, well, I do not have the luxury of growing old and forgetting all the things I have done.
Wynonna: Well, next time, don’t make a deal with the Stone Witch and become a vampire. What would Wyatt think of all this? You think he would be proud of me?
Doc: I am no longer certain you would be proud of him.

Doc: Luckily, this house was built by strong hands from stubborn wood.
Wynonna: That’s what I used to call my last boyfriend. [pauses] Inappropriate.
Rachel: Because he died or because he’s Waverly’s angel dad?
Wynonna: Yes.